Bigotry is a tainted state of love interrupted. To look upon any group with the intolerance of judgment that determines they are somehow disqualified from God’s Command upon me is self worship. There is no master race and there is no right of judgment given unto man. Yes, I am to step away from people who have chosen against God, but that demands that I first determine my own distance from His guidance and seek repentance. It does not give me the right to project and pronounce others unworthy of God’s and my Love.

A nurse must care impartially for each patient. Why would a secular healthcare worker offer that understanding as norm that which should be second nature for men of God? Yet, I demand the right to look upon any in creation with unwelcome? Weren’t the lepers the example given, that they were those Jesus sought to heal in loving grace? Those that serve the enemy will find themselves before the Throne of Mercy, Grace and Perfect Judgment soon enough. This is my examination by God for I must walk trial’s road.

There are many who preach doctrine of hate claiming they know Jesus. The exclusions of skin color, poverty, ideal and politics truly test the ability to love without prejudice or self will. In denial of myself I am forced to disregard daily the opportunity to exclude those who hate me for example in the offering of love. The Children of Disobedience suffer from the same mental and spiritual palsy that constricted Adam. They are caught in their sin and need the offer and choice of Freedom from health and death that Jesus died to provide them.

There are many on a quest for gold collection supposedly in the name of God. I do not approve of this pathway yet they too need to love of someone reminding them of their departure from the righteous path of wisdom and Biblical Doctrine. Self denial is hard for the very reasons it produces in man the character and drive to be consistent with God’s Holy Direction. Not so that I may use it as a psychological approval of my own false doctrine or eradicate the love that God demands from each of us. I do not make the rules just live them.

Making things, breaking things a true collection of the unexpected. Some loved, some sealed with Tupperware top to become affectionate left overs another day. Big men who move with a modicum of grace remind me of cattle meeting the pasture of first Summer’s Eve. There is great joy in a good run through the cupboard of my mind and dreams. Never know what discussions I will have as I go to God to validate what I have just seen painted on the canvas of nightmare and battle’s won. It really is better with all the mystery. Knowing everything and having a grand measure of predictability truly makes for a boring session.

Was always glad to take up the rear watching all the pains, grins and relationship forming on the screen in front of me. There is a pleasant feeling in handing someone the salve, coffee or biscuit when they didn’t even think anyone was watching. There really is joy in shepherding. Love is providing without having to ask but knowing if you ask what is sought and buying it before the inquiry. Lot’s of personal gains to being alone and simply having to care for oneself but there always comes the gremlin of being alone and thinking that all your thoughts are wise and wanted in and out of season. The tensions of not wanting.

Conclusions that lead to confusions because you thought you had the data and enough power to process the answers that turned out a bit unexpected. Is it always alright to tell them when they don’t know or is it better that they struggle enough to ask? The preamble to a gamble creates the same fear associated with looking away from God when the darts are thrown. It is not simply a matter of blind courage but firmly understanding that with God the risks are pre-mitigated. My rationale is sometimes not my pal as I have to ask two guys and a gal directions to the gathering. In a quest to keep my mind some thinking not refined I seldom have declined good advice for the other kind. Sometimes sense just makes itself.

It seems this script is going to end with a man kneeling in the morning sun lit horizon, a bush beside and a tree behind as birds chase the moonbeams to slumber. August thoughts Spring to Mind as Summer finds winter for hot and cold convo-topics. I like being the weakling sometimes it adds to the entire underestimation theme of this hero’s anti thesis. Recalling all the sublime and abstract additions I fed into the color pallet to add texture, depth and the sweetness of chunky marmalade. My lecture left them wanting as their dazed stare left me counting footsteps to the back gate. I don’t know but didn’t say I couldn’t guess the answer and that I never was expected to figure it out any old way. Left all the lights on.